"Well of course, I've always been smart enough to know that if Clara Oswald is coming over, I'd better have tea at the ready or I'll be chastised for it for all eternity," Troy grinned, before sipping at his tea, noting the way she was eyeing him over the top of her mug and gave her a bit of a glare.
"Now, Clara, don't be looking at me so expectantly. I invited you over here to talk, I'll tell you everything you want to know, and I assure you that it is nothing major to worry about, it's just a bit jarring to say the least. Some of the things I've been seeing."
Another sip, and then he eyed her, "You're in your pajamas, did you not even think to get properly dressed before coming over? Oh, I fear to wonder what a pull over would have resulted in with you in that get up. Really Clara, there was no need to be so hasty, it wasn't an emergency."
Though he also appreciated the fact that she did seem to rush, and a shake of his head only forced that grin to grow. Setting his mug down, Troy leaned back and looked at her with a frown, "I've told you some of the dreams up to this point already. And really they were quite intriguing at first. Just adventures, and stolen police boxes, and such weird things. But the more I dreamed, the more I really began to see the life of this Doctor even closer, more intently, and it's become something rather..."
Troy frowned, "Sad, lonely, and terrifying. Incredibly disturbing. I've been aware of his companions for some time, and realized they'd left, but it always felt like holes in those memories. Or dreams. And they swept away at first, making them feel more like dreams, but recently... they've been sticking with me. And tonight I started having flashbacks, and I could see, intimately, every death of every companion of this Doctor. Not all die, in fact only a few really do, but there's so much death that surrounds him. And seeing these so intimately, it scared me a bit."